"She was the meanest drunk I knew, but her voice could melt the most adamantine of hearts,"
says Sully, hoisting a tumbler full of whisky aloft, as the rest of the bar joins in.
Sunday, October 23, 2016
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A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
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